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The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait
I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breath on this terrestrial ball.
What flies without wings?
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?